chimes and rustling wind with no sound

we are the dreamers

we are the dreamers
at 6 in the morning
when sun is waking up-
getting warmed up to kiss and chase
the fading moon
lying faintly on the blanket
of thick 5 shades of blue skies,
behind the fat white clouds

we are the dreamers
at 6 in the evening
when trees bow down
to look at its shadow and
the moon peeks and winks-
saying, "moonchild of the universe,
figures of stardusts and frozen
comets, breathing with life,
you are everlasting"

and i live to see day and night
and to walk under lights
no, not streetlamps and
broken moonbeams
but under the blinding dreams
which soon i'd have trapped between
my hands and i'll live what i promised
to have lived 3000 light years ago